juss a lil bit i wrote when i was feeln a lil crazy
tried to tell a lil story i guess
but juss take er fer what it is i guess and lemme kno what chu guys think

Situationz of Violence

(Chorus)
everythings corrupt this worlds outta touch/
ive took alotta shit and i cant take much/
more/so whats in store?more gore i cant take it/
both my will to say no and my conscience are vacant/

(Verse)
walkin down the street late one night/
I got into it with sum boys and started a gun fight/
i thought theyd run right/but they kept up their fury/
"i popped 4 outta 5" i told the grand jury/
the 5th i whipped a flurry/of punches in a hurry/
busted open his nose i told him dont worry/
he said "WAIT NO" his vision was blurry/
he couldnt see the fists flyin/he kept tryin to scurry/
so activated my queer probe/tracked down his ass blasted off his right ear lobe/im feared so/i told him dont mess around dork/he took offense to it,came at me with a fork/so i dropped him like a stork with newborn babies/i shed red with lead similar to rabies/infecting his ass so he asked "Will Someone Save Me"/im in a new york /state of mind//rage thats blind/i should be in a cage confined/my age and mind/arent at the same level/kinda like a mountain shadowing a pebble/im a rebel/juss look at what i did to these chumps/theyre all a fuckin mess like landfill dumps/my shotty pumps into action/fatal attraction/i held up the corner store juss for satisfaction/
then stocked up on shotties/brought a couple rotties/
thinkin they could start to rip apart their bodies/and conceal the evidence/
so i let em at the corpse/my violence comes natural this shits like sports/
fuck the courts/eat my shorts/they started the shit/
like the wick of a candle meetin fire and its lit/
i got wit so sit and shut up/your buddies are all cut up/
still got beef now? bitch what up?/
he had none/was outdone so i hid my gun/
started to turn around and run/but then the fun/
just stopped all together/my body dropped slow but surely like a feather/
i got capped/and slapped too/by strapped members of his crew/
each one of em saluted my death with a "Fuck You"/
now im stuck to/this sidewalk/lined in white chalk/
waitin for the day i rise and mite talk/
inspite dawg of all this shit i aint sorry/
both before and after my death will be gorey/
this the end of the story/fuck it im finished/
my spirits and lyrics now have both diminished/
haha